If Walls Could Talk Poem by Britney Hogue

(This poem was writen to my grandpa who rebuilt a wooden chess that I had found in an old barn. The chess was in bad shape but thanks to him it is restored and now holds everything that is meaningful to me.)


If walls could talk,
what would they say.
What memories they would share.
What secrets a once living thing can hide.
That would be nice,
to talk to an old tree,
made into treasure a hundred years past.
What hopes it holds
and hard times it shows.
One persons junk
laid away in an old barn to finish its days.
The eyes of one young
to see its beauty and hopes.
It’s turned to a new treasure
to have more memories stored in its knot holes.
Each imperfection is not at all.
Only a story in history,
signs of the past, and what is to come.
A hundred years from now
it may look the same as it did a year ago.
Waiting for one to hide the hard times
and show new hope for the next generation.
To store their memories and dreams.
What joy a piece of restored hope can bring to ones life.
Now all there is to do
is to thank the rebuilder
for continuing the hope whom all need.
Thank you for rebuilding my chest of hope for the future.